Chapter 68: Not Ephyra
They drove in silence, the tension between them on the edge of breaking. Myra crossed her arms, her nails digging into her palms as she stared out the window. She didn’t want to speak, didn’t want to give Alan the satisfaction of knowing how deeply he’d angered her. But the silence was suffocating, and her thoughts were a storm she couldn’t quiet.
"You’ve been staring at her a lot lately," Myra finally snapped, her voice low but laced with venom.
Alan’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, but he didn’t look at her. "I don’t know what you’re talking about."
"Don’t play dumb with me," she shot back, her glare sharp enough to cut. "You think I don’t notice? The way you look at her?"
Alan’s jaw clenched. "You’re imagining things."
"Am I?" Myra challenged, leaning closer. "Well I don’t think I am because I’m not fucking blind!"
Alan’s silence was damning. Myra let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. "Do you actually still like her, huh? After everything? Answer me, Alan!"
Alan finally glanced at her, his eyes dark and unreadable. "You think everything revolves around you, Myra. That’s the real problem I have with you."
Her mouth fell open, stunned by the audacity of his words. "Excuse me?" She laughed, "You have a problem with me? Why didn’t you have a problem with me the night you fucked me or the morning after?! Fucking answer me, Alan!"